FRANCIS ESTTEMORT'S POINT OF VIEW
My eyes slowly opened when I realized that I had that damn dream again, looking up I saw the branches of the tree I was lying on, the sun had not yet risen on the horizon and I stood motionless while thoughts passed. back and forth in my mind, with no apparent or logical sense, I remembered my brother Simon and my father, I remembered my old mother, I remembered my master and everyone who left me in this life . I looked around for the first time remembering the events of the last five days that we were traveling to reach the capital, we decided to follow a different path from the commercial route 1 that we used to follow, making the trip longer. Apparently, we would have to spend a lot of money renting a ferry to cross the Great Rio Negro in the next few days to reach the capital, as hundreds of carriages of rich blood followed the same path in search of a more peaceful journey just below the great river.
I sat watching the horizon waiting for the sun to rise, Henry as he always slept late, that was one of his most irritating bad habits, but in parallel with his incredible talents this could be revealed. Henry was the best archer I have ever met, although he did not know many. He had much better senses than mine, his memory and quickness to act in dangerous situations were frightening, in addition to his body being very resistant, some years ago on a mission we went with the old man, he was hit in the arm by a hammer. battle, normal people would have a broken arm at best, but he didn't, he just left with a small bruise, which made me wonder where he came from, but even he has no idea who he is or where he came from, he says that his memories before meeting the old man and traveling with him are nothing more than meaningless blurry arrows, the old man told us that he met Henry with a slave trader, and that he took him as his squire, nothing more any less.
I got up from where I was, letting my thoughts disperse, I looked at Koshi, my beautiful black stallion who accompanied me and who I inherited from my father, he was the only one who had also been part of my life as the second blood child Esttemort and the only one who was part of my current life as Francis the nameless traveler, but now I have a name, I am the thunderclaw knight. A stupid name in my opinion, but it was given by my master, so that's what I'll call myself, because I can't use the name of my blood. My family was not a noble family before my grandfather, who fought in the war against the horde of ten thousand beasts that attacked Valgram's kingdom 96 years ago, so he became a war hero and his lineage came to be considered a family noble at that moment.
My older brother told me that my grandfather was a magician, one of the top ten after Merlin, and that no one knows how someone without a noble lineage became so powerful. Unfortunately he died two years before my birth, but my brother told me what he looked like, and that he had already lived more than a hundred years, because when the horde of beasts attacked the kingdom, he was already in his thirties.
Walking towards Koshi, who was grazing a few meters from me, I went to my bag, which was tied to the saddle. I put my hands in the bag and took out a little purple book with golden details on the cover, it had several unreadable drawings and runes scratched and painted on the surface, its pages some torn and others only with the ends gnawed by time. I was never able to read the writings of that book, because the only thing my grandfather taught to read these mysterious pages was my father, and even if I wanted to, 9 pages were missing from this book, so it would be useless, sometimes I wish my father had taught me magic before I left so that I could understand the teachings of those pages. But unfortunately, I never showed talent for any kind of magic, much less sacred arts or dark arts. Unlike Henry, who a few years ago manifested a strong affinity for the sacred arts and the magic of fire, I had nothing, no affinity, no spiritual connection or anything like that. what made me choose to train on the sword path.
Rare humans have the ability to master the 5 domains of the basic elements: water, fire, earth, air and lightning. Some rarer ones have access to the magical domains exclusive to the human race, namely: sacred arts and dark arts. There are other magical dominations, of course, but these are exclusive to other races such as arts of nature and arts of spirits belonging to elves, or art of fusion and arts of gravity belonging to dwarves, in addition to many others existing in races such as goblins, trolls and forest beasts that nobody knew about. The truth is that the only wizard who managed to obtain all these spells and all this knowledge was the mighty Merlin, who almost a millennium in the human war against the elves came to disappear without a trace, this war resulted in the near extinction of the elves and with dwarves becoming slaves to the human race.
Realizing that I had been standing for almost an hour looking at the book and that the sun was already rising, I put it in my bag and went over to Henry, who was lying huddled under the big pine tree that we had nestled in during the night. before I raised my right foot preparing to kick and said:
"WAKE UP BEAUTIFUL ASLEEP!"
I hit the toe of my boot between his ribs making him jump with fright as he moaned in pain looking at me with a disgusted face he said irritably:
"Can't you wake me up a single day in the normal way? You brute" he grunted as he sat down.
"If you woke up alone, I wouldn't have to wake you up in strange ways" I replied casually as he took the water canteen and threw a handful in my face.
he looked at me seriously and said:
"I want another rematch, idiot".
"Oh? Want another beating? Well, get ready madame "